A sonnet to all Wurt mains... or main, whatever

[Sacco]

"My Wurt's skills" (a sonnet dedicated to all Wurt's mains, if there is any), inspired by "My mistress' eyes" of William Shakespeare

My Wurt's skill tree is nothing like the sun;
Bee mine is far more useful than her mosquito bomb;

If her green be the colour of hope, why then her skills are dun;

If uselesness be wires, many wires grow on her tomb;

 

I have seen skills demasked, bad and worse,

But no such skills see I in her cheeks;

And in some characters is there a curse

more in the breath from my mistress reeks;

 

I love to hear her buffed, yet well i know

This music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant i never saw an overpowered go. (looking at you Wurt main)

(My mistress when she dies treads on the ground)

 

And yet by heaven I think my love as rare

As any character belied with false compare.